Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The Veils

I’ve won my uncle’s heart and bring you proofOf your revenge. This platter, Mother, isMy gift to you, who taught me how to putThe hunger in men’s souls. Today I learnedHow deep their twisting streams of passions run.

As you had said, my uncle’s cowardiceCould not exceed his beastly lust for me,And your accuser’s paid the price you setTo satisfy an old man’s lechery.So here’s your prize. But now I want it back.

If I had known this man whose head I bringHe might have tempted me with righteousnessAnd certainty. I know this from his eyes.The soldiers could not close them. Even nowYour hate can’t make them shut. See how they burn.

They threw my uncle’s body into fitsAnd made him lose his appetite for me.He lost his dinner too. He’s such a fool.But here’s no fool. These eyes that will not closeUndress our souls. They see our nakedness.

You’ve had revenge. My uncle’s had his fun.I’ve one request before we put these thingsTo rest. Give me the head. Let me preserveIt here beneath these veils. In time, its eyesMight drive us mad, or teach us how to see.

Its great to see more of your 'work' Grandpa. Eyes are the windows to the soul. This is an excellent and moving peice of writing. Almost haunting. Have you told us about your writing career already on your blog? I would like to know more.

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